"Was no one in the Calligraphy Association stands up to oppose such a ridiculous proposal?"

"Yes, why don't there?" Old Zhang sighed when he heard Zhong Yue's question, "How can this calligraphy lead the crowd? It is not the only one postmodern calligraphy school. But the most embarrassing thing is that the old predecessors in the calligraphy association who are traditional calligraphy and stele studies are unwilling to stand up and speak. After all, this kind of life is thankless. The key is that in terms of media, our traditional calligraphy schools do not have the upper hand."

Zhong Yue took a sip of tea. Logically speaking, he was not qualified to sit here at his age. However, in the eyes of these members of the Qingteng School, this young man with great calligraphy must have a deep background and a famous teacher.

"Don't gain the upper hand? How is that possible? I believe that most people's aesthetic taste is still tasteful, and I have never heard of it. The trend of calligraphy today is to write with words or write less."

Among calligraphy, the most sloppy strokes should be considered cursive script. However, even the most unbearable cursive script pays attention to the brushwork and layout. I have never heard of it. Now the mainstream of cursive script has become that it focuses on the artistic sense of lines and ignores the font.

Liu Guiming said: "Yes, but Zhong Yue, you have to understand that if the calligraphy does not progress, it means regression. After all, the new power of calligraphy is too weak now. When the older generation of calligraphers really return to heaven, what should I do in the calligraphy world in the future? After all, now is not the era of soft pens."

"I still don't quite understand why the old seniors in the Calligraphy Association do not speak out." Zhong Yue had never had a deep understanding of the Calligraphy Association in Huizhou, and the members of the Calligraphy Association, namely Huang Mingchuan and Zhang Shaolin, and he didn't know that the Calligraphy Association would have such a pattern now.

"After all, it's still not strong enough."

"Isn't the strength?" Zhong Yue asked suspiciously.

Liu Guiming said: "The biggest enemy of traditional calligraphy today is not the so-called modern calligraphy or postmodern calligraphy schools, but ourselves."

"Why?"

"I think my calligraphy skills are also prominent in my junior brother. Have you heard of any master in the current calligraphy circle who guides the world, sets an example, carries this banner, and tells the public how to write calligraphy?"

"This... doesn't seem to be true."

Liu Guiming said: "Not only are there no, the more famous the calligrapher becomes, the lower the key. Those modern calligraphy masters who are exposed to the media and claim to be masters of calligraphy may have the foundation of traditional calligraphy, but the students in our Qingteng calligraphy school. The traditional schools of calligraphy and stele are weaker than those of us. Those who want to speak have no weight and are obsessed with calligraphy and are unwilling to do this thankless thing."

Zhang Zongcai, who was standing beside him, looked up at Zhong Yue who was fascinated by hearing it, and said, "Brother, your teacher is a great man. I don't know if he can stand up and speak out and inject a positive energy into the calligraphy world."

"This... I'm really dissatisfied with Brother Zhang. My teacher has never even been out of the valley before, and he has no weight in speaking."

"Alas, although those old calligraphers who were angry were willing to be named in our Qingteng Book School, that's all."

Zhong Yue forced a smile, "Everyone doesn't have to be so frustrated. After all, calligraphy is something left by our ancestors. It has been more than a thousand years, and some people are still inheriting and carrying it forward. Even now everyone uses hard pens, many people still join us. I believe that the orthodox status of calligraphy is still in the traditional school."

"I hope that's the case. I hope twenty years later, our juniors will still know the people who know how to lift and press when writing with the pen, instead of brushing the left and right like a pig's hair brush. Lao Liu, there is something in the company, so I'll leave first."

"Then let's not stay anymore." Several people came forward to chat with each other. They thought they had seen hope and wanted to get to know a famous calligrapher through Zhong Yue. As a result, Zhong Yue's teacher was actually an unknown person, so they could only say that.

Zhang Zongcai said, "Oh, by the way. If you have the intention to join the Qingteng Book School, please contact us. Although the old calligraphers in our book school do not easily accept disciples, they still often have communication activities to guide the younger generation."

"I'll think about it."

"Call me if you are interested."

Several people left. Zhong Yue looked at the bamboo trays on Pinghu and sighed, "It turns out that the situation of calligraphy is so difficult..."

Most of the competitors in the competitions that Zhong Yue encountered in the past were students of college calligraphy. He thought that calligraphy groups in the general environment were also like the competition mode he saw, and everyone was competing for the first-class level, and the study of calligraphy and stele was prosperous. As a result, when he heard these words today, he felt a little heavy.

"I have no nose or eyes, but I still care so wide."

Zhong Yue turned his head to look at the old man making handicrafts. He hadn't seen him say anything just now. Now that he was talking about people behind his back, he seemed a little less kind.

"How much?"

The old man buried his head in a rag doll and smiled, "Money? Is this matter possible? Do you think the old men in the calligraphy association don't want to stand up and speak? It's because there is no diamond, and I can't take on this porcelain job. Who has stood up? Before those cats and dogs have been sprayed to death, they have been sprayed to death by their colleagues. Now that the brushwork is lost, who dares to say that they are the best in the world in calligraphy?"

"I mean, how much does it cost to use paper and ink? No matter what, those who just now really want to contribute to the calligraphy career. It is a bit unauthentic for you to hurt people behind your back."

The old man stood up, walked to the desk, looked at the words on the table, and said, "I don't know what it means? Haha. I don't have to give the money, leave the words, you can go."

Zhong Yue frowned, what's the point of this? "Is this unruly?"

"Okay, five thousand times per day, you give it money."

“…”

Zhong Yue was so angry, "I want to complain to the Consumer Association! You blackmail."

The old man smiled and said, "It's okay to take it away. There is a lack of momentum in your brushwork. If I don't say it, you may have to learn it for another three or five years."

Zhong Yue's pupils shrank.

Damn it!

Experts are among the people, how can this old guy know...

The old man sat back on the bench, "Take it away, old man, I don't care about your words. Lin Sanzhi was not as arrogant as you in front of me back then."

“…”

Zhong Yue was a little surprised. Those people reminded him when Zhong Yue came in that the brush and ink here are not affordable by ordinary people. Could this person be really an expert in the world?

"Dare you ask the old man's name Gao?"

"It's not high, not big. Hey, aren't you going to leave? Take your words quickly and leave."
Chapter completed!